“I’d like that.”
“And for the record?”
“Yes?”
“I wanted to kiss you.”
My face warmed.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because you looked like you were deciding whether you wanted me to.”
I stared at him.
“And?”
“I thought you should get to decide without me making the question harder.”
For a man everyone described as ruthless, Adrian Kane had an infuriating habit of being careful with the things that mattered.
I stepped closer.
Then I kissed him.
Just once.
Softly.
When I pulled back, his expression was almost comically stunned.
“Good night, Adrian.”
I got into the cab before he could recover.
—
Over the next two months, we moved slowly.
Deliberately.
Mia knew we were having dinner sometimes.
That was all.
Adrian never tried to become part of her routine without being invited.
He came to one Saturday museum trip.
Then a picnic with Priya and her family.
